"What's your reward, then?" asked the cook, wiping her hands on her apron."Get it in heaven," I said with a smile.She laughed.The man's daughters were...flying high in what passed for Tory society, having a wonderful time and certainly did not need any of my attention. Both their maids had beaus who visited them regularly and had them grunting like pigs. I went for a week without any female company and was wondering whether Madam Von R-- had played a rather mean joke on me, when her niece. Hey, let me show you around tonight. I’ve lived in Manhattan my whole life. It’s been 34 years now. I can take you to this great Jazz club I know.’ ‘Wow. Yeah. That would be great. My name’s Patrick, by the way.’ ‘Benjamin here.’ They shook hands. ‘Let me have your number. I’ve got a meeting this afternoon, but I’ll call you as soon as it’s done.’ Patrick gave Benjamin his mobile phone number. As the two parted, Patrick’s phone rang. He answered it. ‘Hello? Oh, hey honey. How are you holding up. A kiss and a grope at my groin was enough to leave me breathless and desperate to have time together again, but was all I could have until his next promised visit. So I carried on masturbating at every free momentMy paper round gave me the opportunity to help with my masturbation sessions and to prepare for Malcolm’s next visit. One of the apartments I delivered to had an open shoe rack outside normally there were wet boots and trainers there, however on one particular day a pair of ladies. Hewas at a loss, for what to say and why he'd passed up a hot fuck with thegirl he'd screwed so many times through high school, and why he'd suckedthose guy's cocks.It wasn't even ten, when he returned home and disappeared quickly to hisroom. Alone, he stripped off his jeans and t-shirt and jumped in the showerto wash the dried cum off his chest. Standing in his bathroom, he studiedhis reflection in the mirror; studied the naked, shaved, cocksucker he'dbecome. He thought about the black cocks.